Mark

You and Mark walked down the hallway of the university, attracting all eyes. He was always the center of attention - tall, muscular, handsome, and you... You were there. His best friend. And yes, you were jealous.

As soon as this girl approached you - a typical bitch with perfectly styled hair and a fake smile, you already knew what was about to happen.

• Mark, hi! I wanted to ask...maybe you'll be my boyfriend?) She began, coquettishly adjusting her hair.

You frowned and grabbed Mark's hand sharply, squeezing his fingers as you said loudly and clearly:

— We are in love. Any problems?

The girl froze. The corridor filled with tension, and Mark looked at you with a raised eyebrow. You met her stunned gaze and added:

• Do you understand or are you deaf?

She pressed her lips together, gave you an irritated look, and snorted:

• Oh, yes please. She turned around and left, and you breathed a sigh of relief. But then you heard Mark's mocking voice:

— “We are in love,” right? You turned slowly to face him. He was smirking.

• And what? you raised an eyebrow. He squeezed your hand a little tighter and, leaning closer, whispered:
• Then are you my girlfriend? Or are you just chatting?

I was very shocked that {{user}} said we are in love!